Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Harrison’s insecurities
catch up with him when finds another man, albeit alone, in his girlfriend's
bed. Refusing to hear her explanation, he leaves her. His secretary then
meddles in his affairs, effectively driving Maggie away with a vengeance. Upon
discovering that woman’s perfidy, Harrison tries to remedy the situation, and
then finds out Maggie is pregnant! Determined to win her back, Harrison does
his best to provide and care for her from a distance while trying to insinuate
himself back into her life.

Hurt and bewildered, Maggie
couldn’t believe Harrison would stoop so low, but the evidence seems
irrefutable. And now she’s worried Harrison wants her only because she carries
his child.

Harrison's world again spins
out of control, and he wonders if he is the best man for Maggie and their child
after all…

It’s up to Maggie to teach
Harrison his real worth.

Begging Briana

Caleb Younger is certain he
will never actually love any woman, having been badly burned in the past
because of so-called love. He believes he's fond of Briana Jeffries, has
intense sexual feelings for her, and wants her in his life, but doesn't love
her.

Humiliated, when he says as
much while amongst their friends, Briana finally accepts she's been fooling
herself—Caleb will never love her. She leaves him to get on with her life.

His life now empty, Caleb
faces the truth. He loves Briana more than anything, and resorts to everything
to get her back. But Briana's friend doesn't want Briana hurt again and
conspires to keep the two apart. A series of events and coincidences play out,
giving Caleb the opportunity to beg Briana to take him back.

Harrison increased his grip on the steering wheel of his SUV to a
stranglehold. It was the only thing keeping him from jumping out and grabbing
Maggie, throwing her in the back seat,
and driving off with her. Sanity prevailed, but it was a close call. He marveled again at how a slip of a woman had
infiltrated his psyche and undermined his self-control, not to mention teaching
him so much on the subject of himself. Before he’d gone and royally screwed
things up.

She stood outside the doors of the office building with two of her
friends. Even at a distance, he saw her
energy and light while she conversed animatedly with Veronica and Joyce,
although he’d noticed shadows beneath her eyes and a certain gauntness
hollowing her cheeks whenever he’d been able to get closer to her.

Her blonde hair streamed around her shoulders in the gusty wind, and
her dress was pulled tightly against her long, slender frame, molding her high
breasts and the slight, swelling roundness of her belly. His baby was growing
there.

Harrison was missing out on every wondrous day of that burgeoning life
and the woman he desired and loved more than anything else in the world.
Missing out because of his stupid masculine pride and ego.

He closed his eyes against the pain in his heart and the clenching of
his gut. He didn’t know what else he might do to make amends for his atrocious behavior, to regain Maggie’s trust. Nothing. He had to accept that. He would
do his best to care for her, provide for her and his child, but from a
distance. He was his father’s son, after all, and she deserved better, as did
their child. He’d proven he had nothing to offer outside of the basics and the
superficial because blood would tell. As would nature over nurture.

Begging Briana

Tossing several items of clothing into her suitcase, Briana Jeffries
then found a plastic makeup bag to stick a few toiletries in. It had taken a
long time to accept the obvious but she’d finally accepted the fact Caleb
wasn’t going to miraculously profess his love for her. Tonight had been the
kicker.

She ignored the ache in her chest and concentrated on packing the
things she needed, not that there were a lot. No way was she going to think
about what was true. Except she couldn’t turn a blind eye. She loved Caleb and
he didn’t love her. There. She said it again and that made it true.

Swiping impatiently at the tears suddenly streaking her face, she
zipped the bag closed, taking a final look around the bedroom she shared with
the love of her life for nearly three years. Too bad she hadn’t been the love
of his. It was time to move on. Christina would be outside by now.

Hurrying down the stairs of the place she’d hoped would be her forever
home, she steadfastly ignored all the little things she’d done to make it so,
especially the plethora of pictures. The reflection of beautiful places and
events, smiling, happy faces, pictures of her and Caleb, mocked her despite her
best efforts not to look. Caleb must be blind not to see what they had between
them, captured for the world to see, but apparently,
it was her love that was blind. After
throwing open the front door she hauled her case outside, barely avoiding the
rebound of the heavy wooden panel as it slammed shut behind her, her keys now
locked within. Final. No going back.

About the author:

Peri Elizabeth Scott
aka Allyson Young lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada where she and her
husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal business.

She has always
enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by
mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was followed by a mix of
spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various genres as well as a post-apocalyptic
adventure without a lick of romance by Peribeth.

A bestselling Amazon
author, a hybrid, and a coauthor, as of November 2018 she has published seven series and several standalones, with
others in the works.

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Gail Z. Martin will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

When undertaker brothers Corran and Rigan Valmonde became outlaw monster hunters and fled beyond the walls of Ravenwood, they thought they had defeated the source of the abominations that killed so many of their friends and loved ones. But the more successful they become at destroying the creatures, the more they realize a greater evil is at work – larger and more monstrous than they ever could imagine…

Read an Excerpt:

“DUCK!”

A chair sailed through the air, thrown by unseen hands. Rigan Valmonde shouted the warning to his brother Corran and dropped to the floor seconds before the chair slammed into the wall behind him hard enough to splinter into pieces.

Setting a child’s vengeful ghost to rest hadn’t sounded like a difficult job when Corran and Rigan took on the task from the village elders. The reality turned out to be far different from what they had been led to expect.

“Finish the banishing circle before she kills us!” Corran climbed to his feet after the angry ghost had thrown him across the room. His iron knife might be able to disrupt the ghost if he could see the spirit to know where to strike.

“Great idea——why didn’t I think of that?” Rigan replied, sarcasm thick in his voice. “Trying not to die right now.” He reached toward the container of salt, aconite, and amanita powder to lay down a protective circle for the banishment, but the spirit materialized just long enough to hurl the container to the far side of the small cabin before he could grab it.

“At least we know for sure that she’s got enough strength to be behind the murders.” Corran dove for the salt mixture, only to see it skid along the wall as if the vengeful spirit were baiting him.

“Yeah, but why?” Rigan got to his knees and brushed the splinters out of his dark hair.

About the Author:

Gail Z. Martin writes epic fantasy, urban fantasy and steampunk for Solaris Books, Orbit Books, Falstaff Books, SOL Publishing and Darkwind Press. Vengeance is the second in the new Darkhurst epic fantasy series. Also new is The Dark Road, the second in the Jonmarc Vahanian Adventures series, and Assassin’s Honor (coming, October 2018), the first in the new Assassins of Landria series.

Her Deadly Curiosities urban fantasy series set in Charleston, SC has a new novel, Tangled Web, and two new collections, Trifles & Folly, and Trifles & Folly 2.

Other work includes the Chronicles Of The Necromancer series, the Fallen Kings Cycle, the Ascendant Kingdoms series, and the alternate history novel Iron & Blood and the Storm & Fury collection (co-authored with Larry N. Martin) She is also the co-author (with Larry) of the Mark Wojcik monster hunter series (Spells, Salt and Steel) and the upcoming Wasteland Marshals series and the Cauldron/Secret Council series from Falstaff Books.

Sunday, December 16, 2018

Thank you, for hosting me for, Her’s To Love – An Alpha’s Claim, 1. This book released in November
with Evernight Publishing. If your
readers would like to they can post questions to me on Twitter tag me using
@MaiaDylanAuthor and I will answer them as I see them.

Ataahua Hemopo
needed to find the man who killed her Grandmother. Thanks to a waking dream,
she knew exactly where to find him. He’d stolen something precious from her
family, and she was determined to get it back. Killing him as revenge was just
an added bonus.

Taika Morgan was
not a man easily surprised, but he's stunned when a woman appears out of
nowhere on his property, only to press a gun to the back of his head. Not just
any woman—his mate. She disappeared into thin air, and he's determined to find
her, and prove that she's his.

When he finds
her, he sets out to prove they’re made for each other, but an evil from her
past threatens their new found happiness, and they have to fight just to
survive.

**erotic romance, paranormal, shape-shifter

STORY EXCERPT:

“Don’t move.”

Taika Morgan froze at the same instance his gorilla
growled a warning within him.

Too fucking
late, you dumb hairy bastard. Where the hell were you when a woman managed to
sneak up on us on our own damn lands!

His gorilla’s response to that was a grunt, and Taika
had no doubt the sound came with a lip curl that showed equal amounts of
disdain and contempt for his human side. Gritting his teeth at the surge of power
that flowed through him as his beast pushed forward, Taika lifted his hands in
the air.

“You’ve got some skill to be able to sneak up on me on
my lands, and without the rest of my group tearing you apart,” Taika said in a
low voice. “That’s grounds for punishment, and by that I mean a fucking beat down,
so you might wanna tell me what the hell you’re doing on my lands before I turn
and show you why sneaking up on a man like me was your worst mistake ever.”

“We’ll get to that,” the woman responded with no fear
in her voice at all. “First you have a decision to make, and because I have
about as much desire to be here as I do the possibility of a full body cavity
search the next time I fly through LAX, you had better make it quick.”

Despite his anger at being caught unawares, Taika felt
his lip quirk at the woman’s words. “Well, I have never been accused of keeping
a woman against her will, sweetness, so let’s hear it.”

The woman moved slightly, just enough that the air
around her shifted, and he inhaled her scent for the first time. Everything
within him stilled, his gorilla huffing low as everything became confusing and
clear at the exact same moment. As a silverback, he was the leader of his
group, and had fought for that right on more than one occasion. He was an
alpha, a shifter no body every fucked with. He was feared and revered. He never
knew he’d felt so untethered to the world until a bond snapped into place
within him, holding him steady. The emotion that came with it was so fierce it
almost dropped him to his knees, the realization that the woman standing behind
him was his. His mate. His.

The confusion that came with that powerful recognition
was the fact that the scent was difficult to catch, so weak he might have
thought he’d simply crossed paths with his mate, and not that she was currently
standing directly behind him. Click.
With a weapon apparently, and Taika had a feeling she wasn’t just pointing it
at the sky. A suspicion that was confirmed moments later when he felt the hard
metal of the barrel press against the back of his head.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” his mate said in a voice that said
she was anything but. “Did I interrupt you ignoring me? That is so rude of me. I
mean, here I am talking like you might actually be listening to me, and in the
middle of my badass rhetoric, you ignore the shit out of me, and I have to
press the barrel of my truly beautiful Glock 9mm to the back of your head to
make myself heard.”

Taika loved that his mate was a badass. Oh, he was
pissed as hell that she was standing there with a weapon in her hand, but not
because it was pointed at him. As long as she stayed close to him, he didn’t
give a shit if she pointed a goddamn grenade launcher in his direction. No, he
was angry because beneath the bravado and the sexy as hell sass flying from his
woman’s lips, there was a thread of uncertainty and, if he wasn’t mistaken,
fear, in her tone. He was fairly confident it had nothing to do with him
though, as surprising as that was. What that did to his gorilla wasn’t
surprising at all. He wanted to shift, take control, find whoever or whatever
it was that made her scared and rip. Them. To pieces.

“You have my complete attention, sweetness.” Taika
heard the anger in his voice, and from the way his woman stilled behind him,
she did, too. “You’re scared. Stop it. It’s fucking with my animal, and he’s a
monster. You ain’t ever seen anything like him. Just tell me who it is you
fear. Give me a name and I promise you, they will never fucking frighten you
again.” Or breathe.

“And what makes you think that it’s not you that I
fear?” His mate’s tone was more quizzical than anything else.

Taika held his breath as he raised his hands,
desperately trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. Not an easy task
for a guy who weighed over two-fifty, stood close to six foot six, and had the
ability to shift into an eight-hundred-pound silverback. “I’m gonna turn around
so we can have this conversation face to face. I’ll try not to scare you, and
you try not to blow the back of my head off by mistake.”

Her laughter was something someone could write sonnets
about, and had him closing his eyes briefly as pleasure rolled through him. “Trust
me. If I blow the back of your head off, it won’t be by mistake.”

I write the
kind of books that I love to read. Love stories between strong men and their
independent soulmates. Usually, their path to Happily Ever After is a bumpy
one, but there is always a Happy Ever After.

In the
world's I create there is someone (or two, or three) for everyone!Love comes in many forms and I believe it is
all beautiful and should be celebrated!

I live, love
and write in New Zealand, married to my husband of fifteen years with two
beautiful children who I truly believe were sent as a blessing, but sometimes
to try my patience, and I wouldn't have it any other way!

Saturday, December 15, 2018

The story is contemporary gay romance with an edge of fantasy, especially written as a sweet but sexy Christmas treat.

Jamie Snow and Nathan Bloom, my characters are as usual, dear to me.

Jamie has battled all his life with his strange, fantastic gift. His is the character
that brings the element of fantasy to the story. The inspiration behind the
creation of this character came, weirdly enough, in the summer, when I visited
a ruined abbey. In the grounds were flowering shrubs that I’d never encountered before. From a distance, the flowers looked like frost, and as I drew close, into my mind came the idea of Jamie, a sprite who loves cold, ice, frost, and to comfort himself in the warm weather, he decorated the shrubs with frost flowers.

Nathan Bloom is the perfect partner for Jamie—gorgeous, calm, loving and open. He’s looking for love. He’s onto Jamie’s gifts long before he lets Jamie know it.
This is a love story—romantic, sexy, hopeful.

Blurb

Hunky Nathan Bloom works late for the company putting up the town Christmas lights and decorations.

Gorgeous, enigmatic, Jamie Snow works late forecasting the weather from his desk in the meteorology office.

Nathan sighs over the prospect of a holiday season with no one to love.

Jamie wonders if he’ll ever find a man to love who will accept his mysterious origins and talents.

One cold night, as Nathan finishes hoisting the wreath lights up the building where Jamie works, they meet.

The brilliant festive lights aren’t the only things to sparkle as the two men
connect on a deep level.

Be delighted by a delicious, contemporary, gay romance with an edge of fantasy
this season. Sometimes being different is awesome.

Read a teaser:

Jamie Snow sat alongside Nathan. He glanced across at the man who stirred his frosty heart. He’s so attractive. Jamie hadn’t loved in a long time. He felt more than ready for it—longed for it on lonely nights. He wasn’t about to give up on the chance that this man might want a lover, that he was gay wasn’t in question. No straight guy looked the way he had at another man.

“My name’s Jamie, Jamie Snow.” He softened his voice as he spoke. The man beside him inspired tenderness and he felt a little prick of guilt. Using the weather to flirt with him had been inspired but maybe a little naughty.

Nathan drove the truck into a wide car lot that Jamie hadn’t known existed behind the furniture store on the end of the main street. “Here we are. The store allows us to leave the bigger rigs here every year. Jamie Snow—that’s an interesting name for a meteorologist—mine’s Nathan Bloom.”

Jamie’s smile infused his tone. “Yes. People tease me sometimes at work, they’ll know we’ve forecast it and as I walk by they’ll say, ‘here comes the snow,’ but I
don’t mind. I like this name.”

“You’ve had others?” Nathan asked with a laugh.

Jamie didn’t want to reply. He waited. I won’t be lying to this lovely guy if I don’t answer.

Nathan turned off the truck engine and twisted to talk to Jamie. “It’s a cool name. Where do you live?”

It appeared he’d forgotten his question. Happiness trickled into Jamie’s soul that the attractive man beside him liked his name, and used the word, cool. Eagerly, Jamie told Nathan his address on the outskirts of the town.

Nathan grinned, his eyes reflecting Jamie’s emotion. “I know it well. I live a couple of streets south from there.”

I’m a writer who is in love with happy endings, currently based in southern UK. I
write for Evernight Publishing, Siren, Hot Ink Press, Encompass Ink, and eXtasy
Books.

I love music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean. I work with antiques by day and words by night. Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my home, and I write.

Friday, December 14, 2018

Thanks so much for having me on your blog :-)

A few years ago I went sightseeing in my own backyard and fell in love with a beautiful area just a few hours outside of Toronto called the Kawarthas. It's the kind of place where I could imagine buying a cottage, or even picture moving to on a more permanent basis one day. You see, it has a vibe. I know – how very woo. But it does. It's magical, almost otherworldly. And I knew in an instant I was going to create a fictional universe based on this bewitching region in Ontario, Canada.

SHADOWY PINES by L.D. Blakeley

When an over-educated, underemployed millennial is called home to help with the family business, he jumps at the chance to leave his crap job, crappier love life, and the city behind.But moving to Shadowy Pines isn’t quite the idyllic life change Finn Parks imagined.How the hell do you cope when you find out magic – actual magic – is real? Or that you also happen to come from a long line of powerful witches? And that handsome man with all the sizzle? Yeah, he might be trying to kill you.FML.

Excerpt:

“You’d be surprised how easily swayed I can be by a handsome face.”Not for nothing, but Finn was fairly certain that was a come on. It had been a while, but he did remember what one sounded like. This one was … nicer, somehow. It still had the promising lilt of innuendo, but it didn’t sound like it had been rehearsed or lifted from bad porn dialogue.“My aunt says you’re new in town, too. What’re you here for?”

“Business. Boring family business.”“How vague,” Finn teased.“Seriously. My father sent me back here to check out a vineyard. He’s interested in adding it to the wine brewing facility we already run, the Sharpe Wine Butler on the outskirts of town. You know it?”“Can’t say I do, but it sounds more interesting than why I moved here.”“Why are you in Shadowy Pines?”“Jude and Poppy needed my help, I had nothing worth holding on to in the city, so—here I am.” Finn shrugged. “Now that’s boring,” he added with what he hoped was a charming smile.“You don’t give yourself enough credit, Finn.” Owen pulled his chair closer and placed his hand on Finn’s knee. “Feel that?”Of course he did. It felt as though a live wire had been placed against his bare skin.“Yes.” Finn cursed the breathy, needy tone his voice had taken on. “What…” He wasn’t sure how to phrase his question so it wouldn’t offend. “What is that? I mean, I get the concept of electrical attraction, but this? This isn’t normal.”When Owen didn’t reply right away, Finn prodded, “Right?”“No, not really.” Owen’s fingers were slowly caressing Finn’s leg and inching their way up his thigh “Not for most people.” Owen leaned forward and took Finn’s face in both hands and brought their lips so close Finn swore he could taste him. Owen’s eyes visibly blazed in a way that barely seemed human. Finn froze, his breath catching in his throat.When Owen finally pressed their lips together, Finn felt another jolt of electricity arc through his entire body and he gasped at the sensation. Owen’s fingers at his nape trailed delicious sparks across Finn’s skin as he licked at the seam of Finn’s mouth. Finn opened eagerly and nipped at Owen’s bottom lip. Never had a kiss made him so crazy with want. He needed to touch, wanted to crawl inside of Owen and feel him from the inside, out. But as Finn reached out a hand, Owen pulled away, his breathing every bit as labored as Finn’s.“We’re different, Finn.” Owen licked at his lips and watched Finn’s eyes follow the tip of his tongue. “You’re different. You know that, right?”Finn had no response. None that made any sense. Right now all he wanted was to tear at Owen’s clothes and taste every last inch of the man. But for some reason, Owen had put on the brakes and wanted to discuss—what, exactly? Finn was at a loss. And his dick could have cut glass.“The woman in the grocery store. You mentioned that wasn’t the first time you’d seen her, right?”“Right.” Finn’s voiced faltered slightly. Not sure where Owen was going with this, he gestured for him to continue.“I think she saw you for what you are.”“And what exactly is that?” Finn asked, not sure he wanted an answer.“You’re a witch, Finn.”Owen’s face was so serious, so earnest, Finn almost believed him for a split second.Almost.He threw his head back and laughed uproariously. He laughed so hard, he could feel tears well up in his eyes. Well that’s an effective way to kill an erection.But Owen’s expression hadn’t changed an iota. He simply sat and stared at Finn.“Are you—oh, god, you’re serious aren’t you?”Dammit! He knew there was a reason he’d established his dating embargo. He certainly could attract the crazies.

About the Author:

L.D. Blakeley is a pragmatist with a romantic soul & a dirty mind. She loves horror movies, hot sex, and happily ever afters. She’s easily distracted by shiny things, and is a slightly neurotic, highly ambitious dreamer who enjoys dabbling in photography & pretending she can carry a tune.In another life, L.D. was a newspaper reporter, an entertainment & music writer, travel writer, website content editor, and a marketing shill. Now she prefers to spend her time writing hot, steamy fiction (with a healthy dose of romance) about intriguing, sexy men. Although she dreams of living some place isolated with an endless supply of wine and an infinite number of titles on her eReader, she currently lives in downtown Toronto with her husband and their rock star cat.Find L.D. online:Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Amazon | Goodreads